• Cruising through the air. Wind rushing by. Soaring through droplets suspended in midair; clouds. Sun glinting off, sending sparkles down. Colder and colder with increasing ascent. Being thrown over grass, trees, hills, mountains, sea. Traveling over the land without ever touching the dirt. Gliding out of the window and piercing the heavens. Twirling, dancing in oxygen and nitrogen. No wings, but flying as if it did. Melting in the atmosphere and freezing in space. Reentry, same thing. Darting down. Friction from air hardly slowing it's descent. Cooling. Falling. Catching a child's eye. Landing hard. Into the dirt. Spraying soil like water around it upon landing. Sinking into layers of loam. Never to be found again.

    How Rebekah wished the little circlet of silver around her finger would.